Kylie
Breakfast. I order my favorite, or rather Brody does with a shi8t eating grin on his face. I let him, because, well, he knows me, and I was going to order exactly that anyway. We are sitting across from each other. I couldn't help but stare at him as we waited for our food. He was so freaking good to look at. He was wearing a T-shirt that hugged his chest and made his biceps look like they might burst out of the sleeves at any moment. His hair wasn't as neat as when we left the house. I small amount had drifted over his forehead and I loved it when he flipped it back off of his face with just a jerk of his head. So sexy.
He was looking at his phone and I wondered what had him so engrossed. I wanted to call Analiese, but I wanted food more. I can't remember the last time I ate. Oh,
